My Husband Mistress

"Hey, little sis, where are you? Is there a noise there?" Big sister Kelly asked me on the other line.

Hello, big sister; call me later. I'm just going to check on something, I answered while looking around the outside of the exclusive club.

Wait, don't tell me you're at a bar or club right now. "She asked again.

No. I mean, yeah. But I didn't come here for anything; I just wanted to see something."

What! And who are you looking at there? Is this the guy you keep telling me about? You better go home now; maybe something else will happen to you there. That guy doesn't deserve you. He always ignored you, right? So please, Elle, just this time don't be so hard-headed, She said with overflowing pleas in her voice.

I rolled my eyes and almost laughed at what my big sister had told me earlier.

Really, big sis? I'm not a five-year-old kid. I know what I'm doing. So please stop worrying about me. Don't worry; I won't do anything that will harm me. I always think before I do the job. I'm a smart woman, right? "I assure her.

Yeah, you're smart, but sometimes-" I cut her off.

"Ok, goodbye, big sis. Take care. I love you. Have a good day." I said in a very sweet voice, then ended the call.

That's my big sister, Kelly Gibb Grosvenor. And I am Ellesa Peregrine. We are siblings, but not on the mother's side. Yeah, we're just half sisters, but we love each other like real sisters. Out of all the members of my family, she is the only one who truly loves and accepts me, except my mom.

My dad doesn't accept me because he says that my mom is the reason why he and his wife broke up.

Urgghhh, that old-hag sonsuva bitch, people who don't accept their own children. How come my mom is the only one to blame? the two of them enjoyed themselves and made a miracle?

But even though our father doesn't accept me, as long as my big sister Kelly is with me, I can do anything. She loves me, and I know she can't hurt me. And I love her so much.

And by the way, she already has a family. They are now living in Spain, but we never lost contact.

So.... Where were we?

Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot.

I was in the club, finding someone I owned. As I entered the club, pulsating lights and ear-splitting music welcomed me, and a barely-dressed crowd filled all over the club.

Shitty place; if it weren't for the man I love the most, I wouldn't be here. It's not that I've never been to this place.

I've been there many times. I'm a party girl, to be exact, but because of the work that I've been managing, it's been a long time since I've been in this kind of place.

As I looked around, I saw the man I was looking for; he was kissing a woman. The girl turned her back to me, so I couldn't see what she looked like. Because of the ungrateful view that I've seen, my blood has boiled to the highest range.

I was rushing towards the hussy woman who was now sitting on Nate's lap.

When I got there, I immediately grabbed her hair, which made her scream.

and throw her on the center table. I don't know where I got my strength from, as long as I was able to throw the poor girl effortlessly.

The music stopped after they noticed that something was happening in the club. The haggard woman got up and looked at me evilly.

And she thinks I'm scared? Hell no!

What's your problem, bitch? "She screamed.

All attention was on us because the music stopped.

"Problem? Nothing. I thought you were some kind of garbage; that's why I threw you. Does it hurt?" I taunted.

Then blood started to come out of her nose.

Everyone nearby who knew our whereabouts was shocked. The hell do I care?

She touched her nose, and her eyes became wide after she saw blood coating her fingers.

"You shameless witch. How dare you. I'm going to kill you! she screamed. And she was about to run towards me when the bouncers blocked her.

"What's happening here?" A man who I think is Nate's friend and the owner of the club asked authoritatively.

"That fucking bitch suddenly hurt me! Screamed the woman. They all looked at me.

I just raised my eyebrows. Then asked why.

"Hey, it's not my fault. Well, if you hadn't kissed Nate, do you think I would have punched you? And don't you dare call me a bitch because you're the real bitch. No. You're a whore." I sneered. Boo, what lame excuses!

Dude, sorry, hah. But can you, if you come here, make sure your girls don't fight? Yes, we are friends, but if my business is going to be affected, let's just be patient. I don't want trouble. So please take your girls out first." Nate's friend made a serious promise.

My eyes immediately flew to Nate.

When I saw the burning in his angry face, I just wished that the earth would open up and eat me alive.

His dark brown eyes were sharply staring at me. He suddenly stood up and held out my arm. I can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and alcohol. My arm hurts because of the tightness of his grip.

What the hell, Nate, I'm hurting." I'm complaining.

I don't care," he said with emphasis. As I was being dragged out of the bar, almost everyone inside was looking at us. If he walks happily, it's a sign that he's really drunk.

When we were in the parking lot, he pushed me hard into a car that was there, and my back hurt.

"Ouch!" I screamed. But he doesn't seem to care.

"What is your problem, you woman? Why are you following me?" He screamed silently.

I immediately came to him and hugged him.

Babe, I just miss you. It's been a week since I last saw you, I said gently to him. He immediately pushed me.

"Can you f*cking stay away from me? You ruin my night. You're not my f*cking girlfriend in the first place, so don't act like I'm your boyfriend because you're not, and it will never happen." He snorted.

Staying away from you? I will never do that, babe. Even if you throw me away and say hurtful words, I will not leave you until you love me back. Remember that, I said while looking directly at his dark brown eyes.

He grinned and looked at me from head to toe.

Well, let's see." And with that, he kissed me roughly and pinned me to the car. I was stunned for a moment because it was the first time he kissed me, but I kissed back.

When he paused, our kiss got even hotter.

"Get in the car," he commanded.

then enter the vehicle that was right behind me.

"What?"

I fail to comprehend his point.

He spoke angrily, "I said get inside my f*cking car."

I consequently immediately slide into the passenger seat.

He started the car as soon as I walked in.

The experiences we are having appear to be common.

And after a few minutes of driving, we arrived at my condo unit.

Confused question: "What are we doing here?"

He drove me home, or not? How come, though?

"Where the f*ck is your key?"

He was talking about the key to the door, so I looked in my backpack and handed it to him right away.

I don't know why, but it seems like he's rushing. What became of the person?

The moment he opened the door, he took me inside and kissed me hard before shutting it behind me. He secured me to the wall.

His kiss's pressure seemed to have erased my lips. When his lips touched my neck, I gasped in shock because I was tickled, especially while he was still chewing.

I didn't realize I was teasing her as I grabbed for her hair with one hand. Want to

It appears that he can no longer restrain himself. Finally, he removed my garments. He then skillfully unhooked my bra. Before kissing them, he grabbed my breasts one more time.

I tightened my hold on his hair.

Why does he do this so well? His mouth and his hand on my chest switched off.

We were in my room, but I was unaware of it.

He assisted me in settling onto the edge of the bed. In front of him, I was exposed. He undressed while standing in front of me.

His well-developed muscles astounded me. Likewise, his six-pack abs show that he is a man of drop-dead beauty.

And we act accordingly. It hurt at first, especially since it was my first time, but the agony eventually subsided.

After

What the hell was happening, Ellesa?

That grumbling voice roused me from sleep. As soon as I stood up, I turned to face the visitor at my door. The blanket immediately enveloped my body after that.

"D-dad?"

I responded tensely. The individual sitting next to me got up, and I could tell he was similarly startled.

"YOU'RE A DISGUSTING WOMAN. THIS MAN YOU CERTAINLY BRINGED HERE! You're just like your mother!" You're just bringing shame on this family!"

Added he!

Dad insulted me, and I want to cry. I wanted to defend myself, but I was speechless. My father cannot respond to me.

Mr. Craig?"

Your residence isn't here, as far as I know, so how did you get here?

Dad joked ironically. We were both silent.

I still find it hard to believe you're married, Ellesa, and I find it puzzling that up until now you haven't given me a chance to meet your husband.

Have you been able to keep it from me?

Is the person you usually tell me about, your husband, still around?

the one who constantly avoided you?

What if he hurts you like every other person in an arranged marriage does?

My laptop screen was making my sister mad.

Dad gave us this house, which I am currently living in.

We've been married for a month, but up until this point, I've kept my sister in the dark about my spouse. He is now irate because of this.

"I love him so much, big sis; please be pleased for me."

And I looked around inside his condo.

I was welcomed by cream-colored walls. There's a sofa that complements a glass coffee table. And a huge flat-screen TV.

"Where's your kitchen?" I asked him after scanning his living room.

Then he leads me to his kitchen. I scanned his kitchen, and I winced at what I saw. There are a lot of takeout boxes littered on the kitchen counter.

I pointed at the boxes in front of us and looked back at him before I put what I had on the table.

"Really babe? Don't you ever cook?" Do you ever cook?" I stared at him, appalled.

"I'm too busy to do that." He said it coldly.

He stared at me, his gaze lowering from my lips down to my chest. He looked away when he saw me staring at him.

And started to walk back to the living room. What happened to that guy?

I just shrugged and started to prepare the food and utensils. I prepared afritada and adobo for dinner.

After a couple of minutes, I called him.

"Babe, dinner's ready."

I heard footsteps coming from the living room. And I saw Nate; he's now wearing a plain gray v-neck t-shirt that hugs his god-like body and well-toned muscles. My eyes traveled down, and that's when I found out that he was only wearing boxer shorts. There was something bulging inside his boxers, and I'm not a child anymore, so I don't know what it is. I gulped hard and couldn't believe it. I guess it was the size? Is that why it hurt so much when we did that?

"Done checking?" He said in a low voice,

My cheeks warmed when I realized that I was staring at his lower body.

I cleared my throat because my throat felt dry.

"Ah yeah. Let's eat." Let's eat." I just said it and smiled. What's the point of denying it?

He smirked. And walked to the table and sat in the chair opposite me. And started eating.

"Why don't you come home?" I broke the silence.

He looked at me for a moment, then his gaze fell on my lips. He looked away.

"This is my house." It's a simple answer. And took another bite.

I rolled my eyes. "But we have a house."

But he didn't answer me. It just continued to eat.

After we ate, I moved the table away, while he was just looking at me while leaning on the door frame.

I washed the dishes and cleaned the whole kitchen. I was too busy cleaning the kitchen, so I didn't notice that he was still looking at me.

I sit on the chair tired.

"Hi babe, Have you been there for a while?" I tried to suppress my tiredness, and he smiled.

He just stared at me and lowered his gaze to my lips. I bit my lower lip.

"Yes?" "Do you need something?"

It looked away again. What happened to him? He didn't speak and just walked to the fridge and got some water. I just looked at him walking towards me.

"Here." He handed it to me, and I immediately took it and drank it.

"Thank you," and he smiled.

He just nodded and walked back to the living room; I followed. I caught him watching TV. He just looked at me for a moment and then returned to the TV. He looked at me. I walked towards him and sat next to him.

He stood up and turned off the TV. He walked to the door-I guess his bedroom door. What happened to him? It's like he's avoiding me.

I followed. and I found him lying on his bed.

"Babe, I'm just going to sleep here, huh? It's already night." I speak softly.

It did not speak. Silent means yes. I looked at my clothes. Ok, I'm still wearing my maroon pencil-cut dress. Which is almost close to my body.

"Lend me some clothes." I didn't wait for him to speak; maybe he was already asleep.

I went to her closet and looked for clothes that I could wear. When I made my choice, I immediately took it. I stopped when I faced a hard chest.

"Who told you that you could borrow my clothes?" He said it coldly. And looked at me badly.

"Husband, whether you lend it to me or not, I will still take it." I said it softly.

"Goodnight for now." and kissed him on the lips. I felt it stop and did not move immediately.

I smiled. I was about to leave, but he stopped me. And turned to face him, then pressed a kiss. Now I'm stunned again.

He bit my lower lip, so I was shocked. He used that opportunity to insert his tongue into my mouth. He stopped and whispered in my ear.

"You know what I've been holding back. I tried to avoid you, but you kept on coming. So better prepare for the consequences." He said it with emphasis. His voice was hoarse, and it brought shivers down my spine. He smirked.

And he continued kissing me. But this time, it's a rough and wet kiss.

Elle, I'm going to cum... He said it in a hoarse voice.

He thrust into me more roughly and harder. I felt my body begin to shake.

Moments later, I had just reached my fifth or sixth orgasm. Or, I don't know; I already lost count before he reached his.

He buried himself deep inside me and spilled his seed.

He collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my neck. We're breathing heavily. My eyelids are heavy. I want to sleep. So I closed my eyes and prepared to drift away.

But then, when his breathing became stable, he started kissing my neck again. And squeeze my two mountains with his hands.

Oh shit!!!

I am tired. Why does this man seem to have no fatigue? It was a while ago, huh? I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Babe, can we please rest now? Can I sleep?" He stopped what he was doing. And look at me with menace.

"What? No. You can't sleep. You started it. So let's finish it, just this one." Irritation was visible in his baritone voice. "Last one." He pleaded.

"But I'm too sleepy to do another round." I said in a weary voice, I even know. I wanted to open my eyes, but they closed on their own.

He let off an annoyed growl before he withdrew "his" inside of me and laid next to me, annoyed.

I just smiled. Because of his behavior. When you said he was not wearing anything.

He murmured something, but I couldn't understand what it was.

I turned sideways and hugged him. I rested my head on his firm chest; I even heard his heartbeat. I like the sound of it. It's like a soft melody in my ears.

I hugged him even tighter. And uttered my word.

"I love you, Nathan."

I felt his body stiffen, and I could also feel his gaze on me. Before I fell asleep.

*****

The next day, I woke up alone in bed. I heard some drops of water coming from the bathroom.

I smiled as I remembered what happened last night. He seems to be very thirsty. And it seems he doesn't want to stop.

It's our second time doing those 'things', but it feels like it's my first time. The pain is still there.

I covered myself and lifted myself upright. Now I feel the soreness between my thighs.

What Nate did last night was really bad; we've done it a few times. He's a monster in bed.

I walked one by one to Nate's closet, got some clothes, and put them on.

Nate's clothes were big and covered half of my thigh.

Then I picked up our clothes, which are still on the floor, one by one. I made the bed first before leaving the room to cook breakfast.

I opened his fridge; it was empty except for a beer-in-a-can, three pieces of eggs, half a loaf of bread, and a jug of water.

Next, I opened the freezer. Only to see the unopened pack of bacon, the only content in it, which you can hardly see because of the thickness of the ice covering it.

My jaw dropped open at what I saw. Really? What does this man eat? Is he still grocery shopping? Is that why there are a lot of takeout boxes on his kitchen counter?

I remind myself to drop by the grocery store later, after work.

I just took bacon and eggs and cooked them. I toasted the loaf of bread in the toaster. After we finished cooking, Nate also entered the kitchen.

"Good morning." I greeted him without looking at him.

I put down what I cooked first and then looked at him with a smile. He's all set and ready to go.

I scanned him and frowned at what I noticed.

"What?" He asked when he noticed my frown.

"Really babe? How many years have you been wearing a tie, and you don't seem to know how to tie it yet? to tie it yet?" I asked him. He looked at me in astonishment. And look down at his necktie. I saw how his ear was red.

I just shook my head and approached him to tie his tie properly. While I was fixing his tie, I felt his gaze on me.

"There you go. Look better." I said this after I finished fixing his tie. I looked at him first. Before I smile at him. He was just looking intently at me.

"Sit down to eat. I'll just make some coffee." He didn't say a word, but he followed what I said. He sat in the chair.

I went to his cupboard and took out the ingredients for making coffee. I make two cups of coffee. After that, I put the coffee I made on the table and sat down in the chair opposite him. And started eating too.

"By the way, I'm going to the grocery store later. I'll take you grocery shopping. Too bad your refrigerator is empty. And I guess you have no intention of going grocery shopping. Would you like to come with me?" I asked him. And looked at him.

"You don't have to." He promised to be frugal, then sipped coffee.

"No. I have to. I insist; I'll pay for it too. Tsk. I'll be the one to buy it. So that you can eat something sensible." I just said it. And shrugged.

"What do you care?" He said it in a monotonous voice. I raised my eyebrows.

"I know something because I'm your wife. And this is also for your own good. Just keep buying takeout. Or instant food. It's not good for your health. I don't want to become a widow at this age." I said it in mock annoyance.

"Well, I don't give a f*ck."

"Whatever Nathan. Just let me buy you groceries." I said it with finality in my voice. He didn't speak anymore.

What happened to this man? Why does he seem to have a temper? It seems like just last night he was begging me to give in, but now he's back to being cold.

"Babe, I'll go to your office later, and we'll have lunch together. Wait for me, huh?" I said this when we were in the living room and he was leaving.

"I'm busy. I don't think I can entertain you later." He said. And I handed him his suitcase.

"I'll only come during your lunch break. You don't have to entertain me." He just shrugged and walked toward the door.

Babe, wait up." He stopped and looked at me, so I immediately walked closer to him, and I leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "Goodbye. Be careful when driving. I love you," I said sweetly. And he smiled.

He smiled lightly and turned away. I was stunned by his smile. Did he really smile at me?